A single die lay on the ground at my feet; six-sided, white, and dotted. It was almost unnoticeable in the bright sun of midday amidst the concrete, yet I did take notice, and stopped to pick it up. Upon first touch, time slowed for just a moment, or so it seemed; quite like a head rush after standing too fast. The die seemed heavier than it should have, or maybe it was the heat wearing on me. Perhaps I was light-headed; the sun did hate me so, and I so hated it in return. Its great heat had drained all of whatever vigor I had once possessed, and I longed to arrive at my destination and be rid of the foul scathing beast. I thought it best to drop the die and be on my way.
I was alone, so utterly, devastatingly alone. I existed in the dark, feeling like I would never be able to truly be myself. I wanted to die. I thought about nothing else but dying. I hated this world and I hated myself. I had always been confined to the very back of the closet, invisible and unwanted.
But then I met you.